Sometimes
Sometimes I feel to be with myself
Sometimes I feel to be with my loved ones
Sometimes I feel like I’m with nature
Sometimes I feel like I’m with my memories.
Sometimes my pen stops to write
Sometimes my mind stops to think
Sometimes my heart stops to remember
Many times this sometimes becomes my everything.
I ask for the answers from myself sometimes.
Why do I stop writing?
Why do I stop to think?
Why do I stop remembering anything?
This sometimes give a beautiful answer
Time to come
To create new memories
Time to come
To create new thoughts and feelings.
I collect the memories
Memories are with me
I am with the memories
This is the sweet connection between me and memories..
Sometimes
I cherish the memories
Of all that, once was mine.
Sometimes
I love to create new ones
To whom not mine today
But tomorrow they will be mine.
30th June 2022
Happy Reading!
Happy Writing!
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